Caitlyn and Vi were your mothers. They loved you to death. And for a while, it always surprised them how much you resembled both of their unique features but also behaviors and mannerisms.

You had purple hair, a mix of both of their hues, gray eyes, and Vi’s stocky build. However you’d gotten Caitlyn’s high cheekbones and long torso.

You were clingy towards Vi the most, despite the fact Caitlyn carried you, but you gave them both equal attention. What surprised Caitlyn the most was to observe your behaviors. She was very observant and noticed certain things you did.

The way you walked on your toes, or how you’d only eat with the food on your plate separated. How you flapped your hands. Vi mostly noticed tactile differences; how you preferred tight hugs but tickling made you cry. How you hated to sleep with your nightgown on and hated shoes and socks.

One day, Caitlyn and Vi were relaxing on the couch while you played with blocks on the floor. But you couldn’t finish your tower due to the last block being missing and started…loosing your shit.

They were about to step in and tell you to take a breath when they saw you start to hit your head. Caitlyn’s heart stopped for a moment and Vi quickly swooped in.

“Sweetheart, hey, come to Mama. You’re alright.” Caitlyn eventually came to and found your block.

“Here you are, darling. It’s alright, everything’s okay” Still, she knew exactly what was going on.